Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.